Prismatic Sovereign

In the canvas of her gaze, a universe unfolds, A symphony of colors, a storm of souls. Her eyes, windows to the infinite, hold The echoes of a thousand untold tales. Brushstrokes dance like whispers in the night, Each hue a secret, each shade a light. Her form, a canvas of vibrant might, A testament to the power of sight. The prismatic hues, a kaleidoscope, Reflect the chaos and the calm below. Her presence, a force, a silent glow, A beacon in the storm, a guiding flow. In her, we see ourselves, in every hue, A mirror of our dreams, our fears, our truth. For in her gaze, we find our voice anew, A sovereign in the storm, a prismatic view. She stands as a reminder, bold and free, That in our colors, we find eternity.